The lovely administrator absolves you of your sin. Your hot, sticky sin.

Compared to some of the college girls you've been corrupting since you got here, having Ms. Glidden in your grasp at last is a whole different ball game. The likes of Blake, Riley, Harper, and the others have that hasty, bubbly energy that makes them completely straightforward to fuck. Sure, it's great and all, but there's something missing. Not just experience, but... patience. Poise. Grace. The college girls just imitate what they see in the pornographic holos they smuggled in. The way that they make love is hasty and a little awkward.

Ms. Glidden is completely different. Every motion she makes is unhurried and sinuous. This isn't just a 'girl'. This is a mature and experienced woman. And not a jaded hooker like Natasha who co-starred with you in the video you showed to the history class, either. A passionate and confident lover, who has been aching for a proper fuck for years yet has the restraint and self control to take things slowly.

Her hand grips the back of your head, taking a big handful of your glimmering bright red hair. She slowly wraps her legs around your neck as she forces your nose and lips harder and harder against her bare crotch. The faint squeeze around your neck makes you breathe deeper, giving you a deep whiff of her womanly musk. Her soft pink cunt lips are crinkled and bright pink... a perfect rose that she is giving you, so romantically.

You suck her swollen pussy lips into your mouth and toy with them with your lips, smooching and kissing lengthily before you even deploy your tongue. Even after blowing the biggest load of your life inside Vinny not too long ago, your cock is so hard it feels like you could puncture a hole in a steel bulkhead with it.

But you don't dare call attention to it, or touch yourself. The principal has made her expectations very clear. You will get nothing that she doesn't deign to offer you. And you will thank her for everything she gives you. Your tongue dips into her honey pot and the taste overwhelms your senses. Soon you are noisily licking and slurping on her fragrant pussy as if you were noshing on a bowl of noodles. Her pale thighs tense up and relax rhythmically in your hands, always threatening to close on you.

You deploy your best tricks. You flatten your tongue and run it up and down along her lower lips... first hitting her clit bluntly, and then focusing in on it with the broad part of your tongue. And only when you feel her starting to quiver do you move in and use the tip of your tongue to start teasing and tickling her sensitive button, going after her swollen clit with a corkscrew motion... and then pressing down forcefully on it. Once, twice, three times... rhythmically...

"Fff.. f....... Ahhh! Oh gracious! You filthy minx! Who taught you skills like this outside the marital bed? I should give their backsides a pounding, too!" Valerie yawps, lolling her head to the side as you devour her. Hot moistness trickles over your tongue. With her legs bent back like this you can see the clear droplets of liquid dribbling down over her clenched star-shaped asshole.

You know that she's already cum once, just by having you licking her. But unlike with most girls where you would taunt her about it, you don't dare say so. Instead you just meekly look up, flashing your eyes at her from past her pubic mound as the smooth pantyhose covering her thighs rubs against your neck.

"Does that please you, ma'am? Am I showing my repentance to god?" you ask.

"It does please me..." Valerie murmurs, putting her index finger in her mouth and softly nibbling on it. "But showing repentance to God requires... mmm.... pure intentions. Are you licking my... private area... so good because you are really, truly sorry? Or are you only trying to get out from more severe punishment? Being locked in a cell for months... years... maybe decades, depending on what all you have been getting up to in my school... with no stimulation, nothing to do but stare at the wall and jerk your filthy futa cock to memories of the poor girls you defiled with your promiscuous seed?"

"With all due respect, ma'am," you try to channel some of the geeky coquettishness that has worked so well for Jeanette in seducing top-quality MILFs like this, "if I cared so much about avoiding punishment I wouldn't taken your deal, and I definitely wouldn't have blown such a thick, potent load in that spunky short-haired soccer player."

Mrs. Glidden's eyes flick down to the bulge under your plaid miniskirt. You waggle it at her teasingly before you continue. "You're right to suspect that I'm not focused on showing my repentance to god, ma'am. The only, and I mean the only thing I'm thinking about right now is whether or not I am going to get a chance to slide my sinful, promiscuous, undeserving cock into you, and leave your pearly gates dripping with my pearly white cum. Whether it's hell or prison, I don't care anymore where I end up after that."

"Unnnhhhh~!" Mrs. Glidden chokes back a pleasured moan and you see her labial lips quiver and tense up a little. "If you want it, truly want it... then confess. Beg for my forgiveness, after you tell me the filthiest, naughtiest thing you've done. Worse than make a bet with another degenerate futa about who can burden the most women with illegitimate children. Worse, even, than being responsible for god-knows-how-many abortions by willful neglect of your responsibilities."

"Well..." you think for half a second. "If you reeeeeeally think I should..." your hand slowly slides up her pantyhose covered thigh, reveling in the liquid smoothness against your fingertips. "the truth is, I committed a huge crime by coming here. I didn't know about St. Vivians, but I happened to be carrying an entire crate full of condoms. And I snuck them into your station, past the security checkpoints, knowing all the while I was breaking the laws."

"Scandalous! Blasphemous!" Mrs. Glidden kicks you in the shoulder with her heel. Quite hard, actually.

"...and then I left them laying around in public, in front of the sorority houses, right after morning classes, where they were sure to be found." you say, trying to sound contrite, apologetic, and flirtatious like a bad girl at the same time. "...but, I sabotaged each and every one of them. So as soon as they're exposed to heat and wetness," you dip your two fingertips into her hot, needy pussy and tease her velvety lips, "they'd break 100% of the time."

"Good god almighty." Valerie huffs deeply, eyes wide. "All just for gambling?"

"That's right, ma'am." you say, slowly flipping the hem of the skirt up to expose your cock again. "I swore that every slutty schoolgirl who jumped on my cock for a few hundred credits of pocket money was going to face the wrath of my sperm. And I wanted all those hypocritical sugar daddies who treat this academy like a bordello while voting for this law and that about public morality, to feel that same exciting chill of fear down their spines when they realized they'd blown a baby-making load in some random co-ed. It makes me so horny to think about hundreds of your sexy students strutting to class with round tummies on account of one little accident, that I might have an accident myself, all over your nice mahogany desk. And my computer has been keeping track. Counting the girls I already mentioned, there are no fewer than..." you lick your full red lips, "one hundred and thirty two St. Vivians students, as of this afternoon, who are going to be more anxious about their upcoming pregnancy tests than their mid-term tests."

"Oh lord forgive me!" Mrs. Glidden wails dramatically, tossing her head to the side. "My darling in heaven, look away! I can't let that filthy seed get on my desk, I have to take it all!" She focuses her eyes on you with smoldering desire. Rather than the smug, confident tone of before, her voice comes out as a raw, animalistic grunt: "Amanda! I want your goddamn dick inside me right fucking now!"

That was all you needed to hear. "YyyyES MA'AM! RIGHT AWAY, MA'AM!" you shriek in a giddy high pitched tone as you lunge towards the prize you've been hunting since your first day here.

You're too worked up for slow, soft foreplay. You don't want to see a single inch of your hard, thick cock. All of it NEEDS to be inside this kinky schoolmistress. You stumble awkwardly out of your heels as you ram the glans right up against Mrs. Glidden's soft pink lower lips. She's so ready that not only is there no resistance, but (in your mind) it's like she is sucking you in on her own.

Both you and Valerie give shrill wails of abandon, a beautiful duet that forms a heavenly choir as you sink inch after inch of hard, throbbing meat into her. You can imagine that you are seeing the head of your cock moving past all the slimy, silky folds gripping your saliva-soaked shaft - all the way up to the elastic waistband of her pantyhose. You take her legs in your hands, gripping them tightly and using them for leverage as you pull her ass over the edge of the desk to let your excited sack nestle between her ass cheeks.

"Auhhhh! Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Just like her many students, it seems that Valerie's adherence to the strict school rules against bad language goes out the window when she has a stiff cock filling her up. "Yes, rub it right theeeeeeere, SHIIIIT!" she yawps with that sort of delightful voice crack that only mature ladies can deliver just so. Your cock is inside her completely now, and you lean forward so your pubic bone squeezes down against her clit. When her shuddering motion tells you you are on target you start to rub up and down, up and down, leaving your cock buried in her the entire time.

"I can't wait any longer Amanda! Fuck me like the hellcat you are!" the formerly-reserved administrator shrieks. And you oblige her. Rather than slowly and teasingly build like you did when you got plenty of time to play with a young co-ed, you go from zero to 100 right away. You slide every inch of your glistening shaft out of her pussy's velvety grip until the head is about to slip out, then you buck forward and impale her again. Each time you feel a spine-tingling soft resistance as she tenses up, wanting to feel every inch of the heavenly lance piercing her all the way up to her womb.

"How... how am I doing, ma'am?" you manage to murmur through gritted teeth as you swing your hips back and forth, filling the office with the sound of your hips softly colliding with her inner thighs.

Mrs. Glidden's response is to wrap her legs around your waist and grab you roughly by the front of your blouse. She yanks so hard that the buttons pop off, letting your tits bounce free from their confinement. Her hands clasp around those bouncy mounds, and she licks her lips as you keep driving yourself into her. Unlike when there is bare skin on skin, her pantyhose muffles the sound of your hips colliding with her soft ass cheeks, letting you focus on the wet 'schlick, schlick, schlick' sound of your shaft gliding frictionlessly past her lower lips again and again. "MORE!" she shrilly cries out again. "MORE, you damned slut! I want you to FILL ME UP!"

Sweat begins running down your neck as you pick up the pace even faster. Your strokes grow shorter and even more demanding, making your muscles burn, as her legs wrapping around you make it hard to pull away even a few inches. You lean in over her and let your tits start bouncing against her own with your movements.

Valerie makes the first move - craning her neck upwards to sloppily kiss you on the lips. She slips her tongue in and explores your mouth just as your cock is waggling from side to side, exploring every detail of her heavenly love tunnel.

Even when she pulls away a little, Valerie keeps pecking you on the lips every few moments. In between, she hastily gasps a few words. "Don't (smak) you dare (smak smak) pull out (smak) before you're (smak) done~"

"What.... unnhf.... What do you think god wants me to do, ma'am?" you ask earnestly in between pants, already starting to wear yourself out with the intensity of your movements.

"To cum. To cum together with me, in sinful fornication." she tosses her head back and lets out a long, low moan. "To twist the natural order and... leave hot fertile seed deep inside me."

"Are you saying you want a naughty schoolgirl like me to put a baby in you, ma'am?" you ask earnestly.

"YES!" Valerie shrieks so loudly that if there is anyone in the campus today, they definitely hear it. "Let's become mothers together, you half-sexed freak! I want it! I want to have your baby!!"

That turns out to be all you can stand. You really do want to keep it going a little longer but just like earlier in the aid station, your lower body takes over. Mrs. Glidden's buxom, mature body is pressed against your own. She's wearing her tight, teasingly formal suit jacket... and you want to make her belly swell until the seams split and burst open with the evidence of how well you fucked her. You want to see her lovingly cradling the roundness where your genetic legacy has entwined with hers to make someone new, with your beauty and hers combined.

"You asked for it, ma'am! Take this! Get pregnant!" your voice comes out as a ragged shout as you hurl yourself onto her on the table, pushing her back flat against the desk and leting your wiggling feet dangle over the side as you put all your weight on her. The pressure on your nuts is too much. Your cock throbs and a river of hot life-giving seed flows into the deepest recesses of the hot MILF pussy squeezing the life out of you. Your whole body is consumed with orgasmic fire. You're being burned at the stake, and this sexy college dean is your pyre. Valerie's bun has come apart - no longer prim and proper, her hair is now wild and mussed like yours, long strands of rich purple splayed out. The way her hair catches the light, it is almost like a halo around her head... which befits the satisfied, beatific smile she is wearing as she enjoys the feel of the last of your spurts coating her cervix.

After a long silence Mrs. Glidden groans. At first you thought she might have fallen asleep - you always consider it a point of pride when you fuck a woman so good that she can't help but roll over and fall asleep afterwards, too intensely affected to even go for a round two without napping for an hour or two.

She sounds satisfied beyond belief, as are you. But there is a wistful tone in her voice when she speaks. "That... that was something I have been needing so, so much. I felt like I was a schoolgirl myself, and madly in love once again. I always was... a dominant personality. And he loved to be told to go harder, and faster."

She pulls you closer, your chests pressed together, and speaks softly into your ear. "I have a confession for you too, Amanda. This isn't the first time I have been weak and let my desires control me. I've got a... I suppose someone like you would call it a weakness for futa cock. Secretly, I have voted against every candidate promising to restrict the futa population. There are several teachers... like you, with thick delicious dicks and soft feminine curves," she pinches your exposed nipple, making you squeak, "who I hired for... less than professional reasons. My beloved daughter is going to be leaving home soon. She..." you think you see a sparkle of tears in Valerie's eye, "... she isn't as close to me as she once was. We've fought so many times these past few years. I've been hard on her. I wanted the best for her but... perhaps I was too hard. I know I need to let her go, and let time heal things. But I must have more in my life than this school. I care for it, but I always have to be strong and firm. God has placed such a heavy burden on my shoulders to protect it...."

She takes your hand and softly traces it over the pale skin of her exposed stomach, beneath the hem of her shirt. "I wish I really could, Captain. But... as I said, others have tried. For years now. Don't get your hopes up. As much as I would love to, I think YOU dearly need to carry a little lesson to term, if only to make you appreciate what you've been inflicting on my more morally flawed students, during your visit here."

You take a deep, satisfied sigh... and then put your toes back on the floor, gripping Mrs. Glidden's hips again. She mumbles in surprise as she feels your deflating cock start to harden once again.

"Sorry, ma'am." you say in a teasing, sarcastic voice. "But I still have a bet to win, with or without a pregnancy bump of my own. And if I end up having to take maternity leave from being a star captain, I'm sure as hell going to make sure you do the same."

"But... I already told, you, I've tried..." Mrs. Glidden is letting a bit of a giddy, excited tone get into her voice, and she looks like she is fighting back a grin. "I had to go to a fertility doctor with my husband back when I was in my late twenties just to have the one, remember?"

A ring of your cum starts foaming up around the base of your cock as you begin thrusting into Valerie again, rolling her onto her side so you can crawl onto the desk with her and wrap your arms around her waist to spoon. You give a soft bite to her ear, making her yelp, and speak intimately to her: "I think your husband and those other futas just weren't trying hard enough. If the field is a little dry, you just have to give it a lot of... UNH!, watering, and a lot of, UNH UNH!, seed!" you start picking up the pace, slowly but firmly shoving your cock into her until it nearly bottoms out. At this rate you're going to be making a sticky mess of Valerie's desk after all.

"They didn't have faith!" you moan as you lift one of Valerie's legs up. In awe, the gorgeous purple-haired woman looks down so she can watch your shaft stretching open her pussylips again and again. "As God as my witness, I will fuck you every day until I make you a mother again! Bet or no bet!

"Yes...." Valerie's voice comes out almost in a sob. "YES! Yes, Captain, fill me! Fill me up with your holy seed until I can't stand!"

....

An hour later, you and Valerie are in your ship's quarters. You thought she might at least let you take a break to get a shower and change into something more comfortable, but she didn't even let you make it to the bedroom. She's watching the recording of Blake riding your cock in the captain's chair, the incident that started this whole debacle, and doing her best to match the wavy blonde-haired sorority girl's movements. She tears off the cum-stained remnants of her expensive looking outfit and discards it on the floor as she drains the life out of you. Your mouth feels as dry as a desert - you must've lost at least a quart of fluids on this insatiable woman's behalf already, and she is showing no sign of slowing down - putting the stamina of all the 18-to-20-year-olds you fucked in her academy to shame.

Hours after that, when she is finally asleep in your bed and you're chugging down a bottle of orange juice to recover all the sweat and semen you've lost in today's marathon, a cargo drone arrives at your ship's access door. It's carrying a set of luggage and office equipment. It seems like Valerie is intending to stay for a while. Shortly thereafter you over hear her giving a holo call in the bedroom telling her daughter that she is going to be taking a sudden, extended business trip, and telling her daughter she has permission to order out as much as she wants and even have friends over while she's away. You find an excuse to sneak out...

...

As the artifical lights switch to evening mode, you are in a crowded shopping mall as it nears closing time. It's quite a nice place despite the restrictive selection of stores. It's a good thing Vincent and Valerie (especially the latter) drained your sexual stamina so thoroughly, as there are a lot of groups of giggling girls going on shopping trips... and a lot of glamorous wealthy housewives and moms getting away for an afternoon.

You and Jeanette Ranton are sitting on a bench, facing a day care area where a couple dozen young kids are being watched over by attendants, while they play on an assortment of see-saws and other low-tech toys.

"Wow." Jeanette says, resting a hand on your stomach. "It makes you think, huh? I guess they're going to need to build some more play-pens and day-cares like this, after you came here." the mousy bob-cut brunette looks over at you, adjusting her glasses. "It's my fault, and my crazy brother's fault too. I should probably feel bad about it. But I'm kind of... excited, actually. Now instead of being on my own, shamed for being a slut, and worried about being discovered, I'll be part of a big trend. Instead of tattling on other people to the 'grown-ups', I'll be part of the group who are all in trouble together." she smiles, and looks over at you.

"How about you, Miss Amanda? Do you feel bad about, y'know...?"

"Part of me does." you lean back confidently. "But knowing something's wrong doesn't stop anybody from doing anything. It didn't stop Vincent from throwing you in lockers all those years ago, it didn't stop you from knocking up your teachers, so why should it stop me?"

"So," Jeanette says, "you're really sure that everything is taken care of? I'm out of trouble with Ms. Glidden?"

"Oh yeah. She's not even going to be thinking about you. Though fair warning, Jeannie - when she gets back, she is probably going to invite you to her office in private one of these days, and you'd better be prepared for things to go a different direction than you expect when she does."

"Oh. Um, wow." Jeanette responds with a geeky giggle. "I think I'm kinda looking forward to that."

"Just see to it that your brother doesn't forget about that cash bonus he was offering me, once he gets out of the hospital." you say to Jeanette. "You better be really nice to him. You owe him double now, you know? Not only did he bring me here, but he's going to take a lot of heat off you, most likely. I doubt your parents will be able to spare much outrage about you having a baby your first year of college, after Jonas confesses that he knocked up a college sophomore because of a condom mishap."

"Yeah, what a complete and total coincidence that would happen after he flew here on a ship with you, huh?" Jeannie nudges your foot with hers and giggles again with a little snort. "Oh well. It was that huge girl with the short hair, Yolanda, right? She deserves it, she's awful. Worse than Vinny. I mean, at least Vinny had the excuse of being twelve when she did all that stuff. Yolanda is still acting like that as an adult, always pushing people around in the hallways. I'm glad she decided to pick on someone else besides me. Maybe having a baby will calm her and Vinny both down. Or maybe they'll just end up being terrible mothers."

You gulp, remembering how upset Jeanette's nemesis had been. No one has been quite upset enough to track you down for ****, yet. "You don't think Vincent will get an abortion, if my little soldiers hit their mark?"

"I really doubt it." Jeanette says. "I saw her family once. She's got, like, seven siblings, and her mom was pregnant at the time. Their hover-van had a bunch of those 'Humanity First!' stickers on it. I don't know how religious they are but they're hard-core on the species thing." she sighs. "To be honest, I always thought they were kinda low class. And maybe I said some insensitive things to Vinny without really thinking about it. I didn't have the best social skills."

You sigh. "I guess I'll cross the bridge of Vincent's parents showing up looking to give me a laser-scattergun wedding when I come to it. They'll have to get in line. You think you're ready to, ahem, confront Professor Hochmann on Monday?"

"I... I think so." Jeanette doesn't sound quite sure.

"If you have any doubts left," you say, "you might be interested to hear something Ms. Glidden told me during pillow talk before she drifted off to sleep. It's no coincidence that Vincent caught you fucking Ms. Lopez's brains out. I mean, she doesn't even particularly like girls, and she doesn't have any siblings at St. Vivian's, right? So why would she be coming there?"

"You don't mean...?" Jeanette's eyes widen as she turns to stare at you.

"Yup." you smirk. "That snob Ilse Hochmann was tying up loose ends. I bet you didn't realize she's part of a political club with Vincent's dad, did you? Seems the subject of you came up, and the Walsh family patriarch mentioned how he had to send his oldest daughter to a reform school on your account. So she did a little leaking to Vincent, and the rest is history."

Jeanette stares at you. You smirk and chuckle softly. "Get it? Because she's a history profess-"

"Biiiiiiiiiiiiitcchhhhhhhhhh..." Jeanette hisses through gritted teeth, baring her teeth. "After I told her and asked her for help... after I did everything she told me to... after handing over all the money I made.... she, she, she...!"

"Record a holo copy for me when you meet up with her on Monday, will you?" you ask, squeezing Jeanette's hand.

"Is..." Jeanette stares down at her feet, "is it normal to absolutely hate someone and really want to... f-f-fuck them at the same time?" After disappearing for a long time after she stood up to Vincent, a hint of Jeanette's stutter returns.

"The opposite of love isn't hate, Jeannie. It's indifference." you say. "And since I need to stick around until Monday to help coach you in case things go wrong anyway... are there any other rotten girls like Yolanda who you think the academy could use a nine-month-long break from?"